firerain
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Tell me when there is a full moon...
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Jul 16, 2008 22:00:54 GMT -5
Post by firerain on Jul 16, 2008 22:00:54 GMT -5
A lone dark figure stopped at the border of Terikon. His gray eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. He knew that there was an alpha here, and that her past haunted her. The lightening scar on his cheek marked him for all to know. For his past had marked him as well.
His pack had been the most powerful pack in all of the land. Its terrritory stretching fifteen miles across between two rivers. It was protected on all four sides, rivers to the sides, mountains to the rear and a desert to the front. The only way that it could be reached was to risk crossing any of these treacherous landforms. The alphas had been his parents, proud and ruthless and taking all for themselves and none for the pack, thus loosing the packs loyalty. In return, the pack turned on them, killing them and all of their descendants. They killed all but two, a small black pup and a small white pup, no more than seven months old. The pups slipped away finding refuge in an abandoned den out of their first home. The two sought revenge on the pack that had ruined their life. Two years later, they gathered members of the pack that had been thrown out because of their loyalty to the old and attacked the pack, killing all who stood in their way. All died, except for him, he suffered a deep gash on his cheek and a fractured leg. His injuries did not hinder him, for he knew that in the pain of the injuries, he had victory.
A scent brought him back from his malignant memory. He was being approached. He let out a howl for the newcomer.
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Jul 19, 2008 10:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Masquerade on Jul 19, 2008 10:37:03 GMT -5
The moon throws mottled patterns of shadows across the underbrush. The breeze rustled the leaves, causing them to flutter and dance, making the splashes of light on the ground shift and shimmer.
Ragged paws of scarlet stood out against the mix of earth browns and greens that composed the forest floor, leaving a slight imprint upon the moist, nutrient-rich soil, as if in a sponge, before disappearing again. A horrible figure flickered briefly visible as the wind throws a broken shaft of moonlight upon her, gleaming gold against the darkly scarred fur. Eyes of a deep, stagnant and haunted tone scanned their surroundings methodically. A tapered maw breathes in deep lungfuls of the fresh air, measuring its subtle scents that told of spring. Buds and sprouts were beginning to bloom throughout the previously frozen landscape, chasing winter from the proud terrain. But all this went unnoticed, for the quivering nares had snagged a scent that did not belong. Beneath the musty smell of new growth and recent rainfall wafted a monumentally unwelcome aroma. A male.
She knew it would come to this, but the speed of it was not only slightly unnerving but infuriating. She’d only been here a few days, barely set up borders and began to pore over how to go about getting pack members. They’d need to be strong, yet have no ambition or desire to take over… She’d begun to realize the imminent futility and the almost inevitable failure of her reign over these lands. And it’d already happened, she could feel the control and confidence of the past few days beginning to slip from her grasp and she scrambled to keep her hold on her sanity.
Her sanity? Oh yes.
You see, something had happened that was so traumatic it caused her mental walls to shatter, her vaults unlocking to let the dark deeds rush forth to overcome her dreams - and waking hours too. Her defenses were devastated and she’s been paying for it still with every moment she still haunts this earth. The flashbacks are stronger each day, making it increasingly impossible for her to block them out or rebuild her protective walls, making it harder and harder for her to maintain the semblance of sanity. They haunt her waking and sleeping moments, every step wrought with shadows of her dark deeds. But she does not feel remorse – simply searing, painful wrath. She’d waken from her nightmares livid and thrashing, furious that the deeds are so deeply and irreversibly ingrained in her mind she cannot evade them.
And the feeling of losing control nearly made her give up any restraint and let the ticking time bomb that was her mind simply explode and rush in a fury upon the intruder – to fight and die in a blaze of glory. But she somehow finds it in herself to not throw everything away in order to receive a reasonably honorable death. Death in battle, single combat- nothing too shameful about that. But what halted her was the knowledge that there was nothing about her that wasn’t shameful, nothing deserving of an honorable death. She deserved what’d been served to her, what was it – only a year ago? And she deserved to never fulfill that dream of reigning, of authority and power. And so she pads through the beams of moonlight that snuck through the thick canopy above toward the border that this loner had chosen to encroach upon. Pelt is ruffled, which – though not making her size very impressively larger, has the horrible effect of making her that much more wretched looking. Eyes are glinting, edgy, shifty, haunted and haunting. Posture is dominant and aggressive. And she steps from the shadows and into view of the male.
Eyes calculate, storing away as much information as she can gather right off the bat – sizing him up. Her features are serious, and her tail is stiff – it hasn’t wagged with any happiness since… she can’t even remember how long it’s been since she’s had anything not utterly disappoint her. Had anything worth being happy about. And despite the hopelessness of the situation should the male see through her advances and masquerades, Ryder’s act looks confident and commanding, this little sherade a dangerous game which could and would quite possible cost her her life. Yet she stands there, finally having something to lose, something to protect, and there is no fear in her stance or her eyes.
After a few moments her kissers are parted to emit the dismally underused vocals in a rasp of antagonism What business have you here? she growls simply, getting right to the point. Burnt and scarred pelt, hair held erect and on edge, hearing lobes like two radars, missing no move or breath, nares tasting the air, crooks firmly planted in the moist earth, stance aggressive. Ryder stands to defend her land, and the only thing worth living for.
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firerain
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Tell me when there is a full moon...
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Jul 19, 2008 17:06:14 GMT -5
Post by firerain on Jul 19, 2008 17:06:14 GMT -5
Blaez looked at the alphess, her coat scared. He dare not step over the border, to impair onto another wolfs land without an invitation was unthinkable. He opened his mouth to reply to the fae. None but my own. You know what I seek. He was quite a bit larger than her, being of a larger build, but that meant nothing, for she could be just as powerful as him. His gray eyes kept on her, watching her every move, waiting for something unexpected to happen, as was her appearance.
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Jul 27, 2008 14:50:36 GMT -5
Post by Masquerade on Jul 27, 2008 14:50:36 GMT -5
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